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Howard, who was in the hotel and lying on the big bed, hummed a tune in his mouth, showing a little excitement in his heart.

'Tonight, it's going to be a great night!'

He glanced at the attractive figure cast on the frosted glass and couldn't help it. His trousers moved.

'If Luke knew that I could spend a night with such a sexy creature, he would definitely express his envy. Hehehe...'

Howard laughed in triumph and nimbly stripped his upper body

'Parisian girls are so direct and open! I love this city!'

He didn't expect Rania to be a passionate girl at heart and directly offered to check into a hotel.

She said they were coming up for a cup of coffee to warm up.

But there was no coffee pot in the room.

Obviously, she was talking about something else!

'I'm still very attractive, but I'm usually in the lab. Luke, that bastard is just too good and hid my shine. '

Howard regained his confidence, ready to show his glory and practice the rich skills he gained from fighting in the battlefield.

"Rania, how are you doing? If you don't mind, I'd like to come in and join you ... what the fuck!?!"

Howard, wearing his shorts, pushed the bathroom door open.

When he clearly saw the scene inside, foul language burst out.

His erection instantly deflated, losing all momentum.

In the bathroom, the steaming hot air turned the curves of the hot and curvy body into a blur.

The thing that deflated Howard's enthusiasm was the fact that Rania had blood at the corners of her mouth and had what looked like shredded flesh between her teeth.

"Sorry, I'm a little hungry, so I couldn't wait to eat something first."

The woman's seductive voice was particularly creepy at this time.

Howard glanced inside the bathroom. A bite scarred arm fell out of the towel rack inadvertently.

Crunch! Crunch!

Hearing the sound of chewing bones and seeing the missing fingers on the palm, a desire to vomit surged from Howard's heart.

"This ... vampire? Or a cannibal?"

Despite Howard's frequent complaints about women who would scream in terror at the slightest thing.

Instead of standing in place to make noise, it was better to start running.

But when he faced this kind of situation himself, all three limbs went soft, and he lost all strength.

Fortunately, as a top scientist in the world.

Howard's remaining reason told him that this was probably a porphyria patient.

Patients with this disease were unable to come into contact with sunlight due to a mutation in the hemoglobin production process or due to the formation of photosensitive pigments due to environmental differences.

In addition, the anemia was so severe that facial erosion was experienced, and there was a strong desire for blood.

Many of the 'vampires' mentioned in the best-selling and classic movies were based on these patients.

'There are no vampires in the world!'

A series of thoughts flashed through the solipsistic Howard's mind, and the remaining two legs regained a little strength, except for the third leg, which was still weak.

He decisively scrambled for the door, but before he reached the door, he was pulled back.

Rania's beautiful face became very twisted and cold, "Howard, dinner hasn't started yet. Where are you going?"

'Dinner?'

Howard shivered.

He was just a scientist.

In addition to his driving proficiency and pick-up ability.

He didn't know anything about martial arts, fighting, and so on.

"Luke, help me!"

In times of crisis, Howard could only shout out Superman's name.

Boom!

At the end of his sentence, a tall figure, like a cannonball, blasted through the ceiling and appeared in the room.

"I thought I heard someone asking for help?"

Luke, who fell from the sky, held a fruit plate in his hand, just like someone who was incidentally passing by while eating pop-corn.

"Thank heavens! I'm so happy you're here right now... Wait! Why do you look like you just got out of the movie theater?"

Howard was excited as if he had seen a savior.

But the emotion didn't last long, as he looked at Luke's relaxed look as he spat out the grape skins, with a look of suspicion in his eyes.

"You haven't been hiding and watching for a long time, have you?"

Luke nodded and grinned, "It wasn't very long, just a little while."

After all, Lieutenant General Superman, who had seen the whole thing, took a look at the female vampire who hadn't come back to her senses and grimaced.

The other person didn't feel like a pure vampire. Those guys who claim to be noble paid attention to drinking blood and only drink one-third of the blood from the human heart.

How could they gnaw on human flesh, even with skin and shreds, without considering anything?

"Which clan member are you? Don't you know that hunting without permission violates the rules of the Temple of Three?"

Ignoring Howard's anxious eyes, Luke kept his patience and asked a few more questions.

"I don't know what you are talking about! It looks like there's going to be an extra meal tonight!"

The female vampire looked like a mentally challenged idiot who hadn't realized that something was wrong.

The attractive smell of blood stimulated her senses.

Reason had long been useless, and there was only a thirst for blood inside.

"Well, it turned out to be a wild vampire who doesn't know anything."

Luke shrugged his shoulders, spat out the grape skins in his mouth, and threw away the clean fruit plate.

"To ensure that you don't have nightmares at night and have a normal appetite for the rest of the day, I advise you to close your eyes, Howard."

Howard listened and obediently followed his instructions.

In a life-threatening situation, he showed a rare obedient attitude.

"Big boobs with no brain; sometimes that saying is true."

Luke didn't have to say anything more than that as his eyes swept over the vampires' omens.

Boom!

His foot stomped!

Even if there was a bio-force field to keep the room safe, the floor was still like cardboard, and it instantly crumbled and cracked.

Reinforced concrete-like plaster, instantly crushed into powder.

The terrifying power exploded out at once, propelling Luke's figure.

In less than a second, he was wrapped in a suffocatingly strong airflow and closed in on the female vampire.

Without any regard for Howard, which she was clutching, Luke reached out with both hands and pushed hard.

The other side looked like papier-mâché, with bones twisted and deformed, skin and flesh rotting in an instant.

It was like taking a solid cannonball head-on!

Half of her body was splashed on the wall behind like red paint.

"All done, Howard. You can open your eyes, but you'd better not look back."

Easily getting rid of the vampire, Luke grabbed clean sheets and wiped his hands.

Due to the protection of the bio-force field, the mud-like debris didn't splash on his body.

"What happened?"

Howard slowly opened his eyes, he only felt the sound of vibration tearing through his eardrums, and then calmness returned -- except that there was still a white hand strangling his neck.

"It's okay. The female vampire actually left a hand; it seems to be true love for you."

Luke joked.

Ew! Ew! Ew!

Howard, who couldn't resist curiosity and looked back. He immediately fell to his knees and covered his stomach, vomiting.

The beautiful body that once made him have the urge to mate was now an abstract painting evenly distributed on the wall.

"Howard, I told you not to look back. Now, you won't just have nightmares but also lose your appetite. In the future, whether you can revive your male vitality again would be a big question mark."

Luke had a sympathetic look in his eyes. He believed that Howard would definitely be traumatized by the scene just now and would never forget it for the rest of his life.

"I'll never ... go out at night again."

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Howard returned to the hotel room and sat on the sofa.

His empty eyes showed that he still wasn't freed from the bloody picture on the hotel wall.

The omens that once warmed people's hearts instantly turned into a pool of sticky minced meat composed of organic and inorganic substances and carbohydrates.

It was a heavy blow to Howard, who was going to show his glory and welcome a fierce battle.

It was a big question whether he could 'rise to the occasion' again for the rest of his life.

It was time for Stark Industries to begin a transition into the pharmaceutical industry.

Otherwise, the family legacy would be broken in his own hands.

Howard lowered his head, stared at the motionless lower body, and revealed a sad expression on his face.

New York's most recognized Casanova, a man of romance, was now a thing of the past.

"Um... do you want to get something to eat?"

Luke touched his stomach and ignored Howard's sad feelings.

After a boring day's meeting, he didn't even have time to eat dinner.

How could he fill his stomach with just those bits of fruit from earlier?

"Let's eat ... ugh!"

Howard's throat rolled twice as the urge to vomit surged again.

"So fragile, it's a pity that there's no survival program featuring Bear Grylls in this era; now that's a real meal."

Luke shook his head. When he was painting his house in Brooklyn, he shot someone's head and saw the muddy brains mixed with red and white flowing out. Afterward, he could eat pizza and listen to songs as if nothing had happened.

The experience taught him to accept a lot of things.

"I ordered a lobster pasta. Are you sure you don't want some, Howard?"

Facing Luke's 'kind' questions, the sound of vomiting in the bathroom became even more intense.

"That's too bad. An unsuccessful date left you with a heavy price that's difficult to pay."

Luke not only had no sympathy for Howard's tragic experience but also gloated over it.

After this lesson, he probably wouldn't be interested in women who take the initiative to send themselves to his bed.

Ten minutes later, room service rang the doorbell. Luke's lobster pasta and Howard's black coffee were delivered to the door.

"Can you stop slurping ... so much! I just came out of the toilet, and I feel like I've thrown up everything. I don't want to experience it again."

Howard held the bitter coffee with both hands, and an envious look appeared in his eyes.

He really couldn't look at any sticky sauce or red things right now.

"So this is my fault? Your mental capacity is too fragile. As an arms dealer and someone who has been to war, those things like severed limbs, flesh, and blood shouldn't even move you."

With an innocent look on his face, Luke rolled the noodles with his fork, added a thick clump of lobster meat, and continued to feast on it, making 'slurping' noises.

"No one said an arms dealer had to test out his weapons on a human body himself! My limited moral conscience wouldn't allow me to witness how quickly the weapons I've created could kill! To be honest, it would keep me awake, never sleep again, and be deprived of the happiness in life."

Howard was honest and spoke with conviction.

Although he had a clear understanding of the fact that Stark Industries made money from war.

But as long as he didn't take the initiative to understand, he could comfortably spend his money like water.

Perhaps many rich people were keen to contribute to charity after their business success.

Apart from reasonable tax avoidance and earning a good reputation.

A small part of the reason was also removing the guilt they felt.

Of course, a capitalist who felt uneasy about making enough money for himself was certainly not a qualified capitalist.

"I can't believe you have a moral conscience... I thought highly of you, Howard. A decent capitalist shouldn't have these thoughts."

Luke wiped his mouth with a napkin and made fun of him.

"Then again, there are so many hot and sexy dancers at the Moulin Rouge, you didn't even look at them and had to pick a wild vampire who was out on the hunt. What? Do you have some kind of fetish?"

Luke had enough to eat and drink and started talking about the main topic.

"Wait, I'll call Peggy later and have her contact the New York Sanctum."

"Oh, no, the Europe area should belong to the London Sanctum."

Howard's face was stunned when he heard the latter sentence.

He felt like a kindergarten student, facing quantum mechanics.

It was no longer a question of being superior or not!

It was about to turn his worldview upside down!

"The Sanctum...what organization is that? And, is Rania really a vampire?"

Howard asked hesitantly.

"Eh? You could accept this world had big-breasted, leggy female warlocks and a thousand-year-old family of demon hunters but can't believe the real existence of vampires?"

Luke couldn't help but spit out the words.

"You still think that ... Rania is a porphyria patient? Howard, don't lie to yourself. How could there be such a beautiful porphyria patient in the world?"

Howard was speechless for a while.

His thoughts were tangled in a mess, and he couldn't pull out the thread for a long while.

"But ...why do they exist? I mean, if there are vampires in the world, why haven't humans discovered them?"

After a long while, Howard finally gave up thinking and began to ask questions instead.

"Like mutants ... the true nature of this group was confirmed long ago. But vampires only appear in movies."

Luke went to the wine cabinet and poured himself a glass of whisky.

He clicked his fingers and smiled, "That's a good question. The answer is simple because there are three major sanctuaries, as well as a group of muscle-loaded masters who like to use hammers, flails, and swords."

"They are responsible for maintaining order in the dark world, avoiding vampires, werewolves, and hell demons invading this world!"

"What? And werewolves? Wait, so Hell really exists? Devil, demon ... I always thought it was just an adjective for swearing."

Howard was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of information, causing his brain to malfunction a bit.

"In just one night, the world view I had built up for over 30 years was instantly reduced to rubble..."

Luke looked at Iron Man's father's dull appearance and couldn't help handing him a glass of wine. He comforted him insincerely, "What if I tell you that the guys of the Nordic mythology are indeed based on characters who live in Asgard. If you can study the Einstein–Rosen bridge theory, you may find them."

"By the way, there is also the Lord of Hell, Mephisto, an old liar. Lucifer operates a bar with good sales next door, and God is probably a black man ... Eh, Howard, what's wrong with you? You look like someone with early indications of Alzheimer."

"..."

Howard only felt his brain buzzing, and Luke's voice came and went, as if it came from the horizon, whispers from an ancient god.

His only remaining reason, as well as his thinking ability, was completely shattered.

"Can't you give me some time to digest? Asshole!"

Half an hour later, Howard, who drank half a bottle of whisky, finally returned to normal.

In a short time, his world was destroyed and rebuilt.

Almost accepting that the planet he lived on- vampires, werewolves, hell demons, and devils were all normal.

Even if Luke now said that he came from Nebula M78 of the universe, Howard wouldn't be surprised.

"It's your poor acceptance ability."

Luke said with contempt.

"Today, let me open the door to a new world for you and increase your knowledge."

Howard burped, and a strong smell of wine came out.

Then he listened quietly with his ears open.

"According to the records of the Sanctum, Dracula is the first vampire in human history. He is recognized as the 'ancestor' in later generations. He isn't afraid of sunshine, has super regeneration ability, and is a very difficult guy."

Luke took on the role of a teacher, bringing the world's top scientist to another world.

"But his descendants are divided into many factions, and those factions are then scattered into dark families with different names."

"With the inheritance passed on from generation to generation, those vampires became much weaker and began to fear the sun and couldn't come out in the daytime."

"As mentioned, they belong to the normal blood clan, and their numbers aren't large. They live in Eastern Europe and follow the three sanctums' regulations and are basically captive animals."

Luke paused, took a sip of his whisky on the rocks, and continued, "And the female vampire you saw, her name is Rania, right? She doesn't belong to the orthodox blood clan."

Howard held back his stomach and asked curiously, "Are there any unorthodox vampires?"

"Of course. Around the 14th century, the Black Death swept through Europe, and a guy named Alexander Corvinus survived."

Luke reminisced about the past and explained it.

The Sanctum's library wasn't open to outsiders, but he was about to go to Kamar Taj to study magic and was handpicked by the Sorcerer Supreme herself, so it was okay to open the back door once in a while.

"This guy is very fortunate, but also unfortunate. Fortunately, he survived the Black Death plague; unfortunately, he met the Hydra."

Luke shrugged. 'There must be something wrong with the timeline of this world.'

'Otherwise, why would 'Underworld' get mixed in?!'

'In the end, I have to say that Hydra in the Marvel World is the omnipotent scapegoat. They could even get involved with vampires!'

Luke, whose heart flashed with a series of spiteful words, continued, "Hydra believed that Alexander Corvinus must have some kind of special physique since he was able to survive the Black Death."

"Then he was injected with a mix of vampires' and werewolves' blood. As a result, they created a monster that wasn't afraid of sunlight and possessed the explosive power of werewolves."

"To some extent, this was a low-quality version of Dracula."

Howard was fascinated. He didn't think he could learn this secret of the human world in his lifetime.

"Did the Hydra already exist at that time?"

He asked doubtfully.

"The history of this organization is much older than you might think."

Luke said flatly.

"Facts have proven that any experiment and any plan of Hydra would always end in disaster."

"Alexander Corvinus, who successfully transformed, ran away. He had three sons, two of whom were named William and Marcus. One of them became a werewolf, and one became a vampire."

'This almost sounds like the origins of those pupils in Naruto.'

"And then?"

Howard was like a reader catching up on the story and couldn't wait to find out what happened next.

"Very conventional plot. The two brothers turned against each other, vampires and werewolves are mortal enemies, and no possibility of reconciliation between the two parties."

Luke glanced out the window and gently said, "The vampires have the upper hand. They reached cooperation with the human nobility and set up a team of elite warriors called 'Death Dealers'."

"Am I right? The lady hiding outside."

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'Lady?'

'What Lady?'

Howard looked puzzled.

He stood up, looked out of the window, and found nothing unusual.

"This is the 22nd floor."

Howard chuckled and wondered if Luke had heard wrong.

There was nothing to cling on outside, and those who could climb up with their bare hands would be something like a humanoid spider.

"That's why you still haven't gotten rid of your rigid perceptions."

Luke shook his head helplessly, determined to completely break Howard's stiff way of thinking.

Both eyes faintly condensed, and high-temperature rays shot out.

He had great control and didn't shatter the glass, creating an amazing scene.

Instead, as if it was cut with a laser, the floor-to-ceiling window opened.

"I don't think the hotel manager is going to ask us for compensation, right?"

Howard had nothing to say; he was now a little nervous that a vampire would jump in through the window.

The thick shadow left in his heart couldn't be removed so quickly.

"It's so cold outside, and it looks like it's going to rain. Are you sure you don't want to come in to avoid the rain? My room is quite spacious."

Although the vampire hiding outside had a very slow heartbeat, Luke still noticed it.

His super vision scanned through the brick wall structure and detected a slender figure firmly resting on the smooth window surface like a gecko.

The almost silent sound of breathing, which fell in his ears, was unmistakable.

"Not bad for Superman."

A few seconds later, a slightly cold voice came in.

A tall woman with a long black trench coat and a tight one-piece leather suit hung upside down above the French windows.

With just one jump, she entered through the hole cut out by his Heat Vision.

The flexibility and agility of her movements were completely beyond the realm of ordinary people.

"Vampires are ... quite good-looking."

Howard stepped back and stood behind Luke.

The tall woman who appeared in the room had short, shoulder-length black hair and a refined face that looked cold.

Her snow-white skin reflected white porcelain-like radiance.

Especially those eyes that were flashing with a determined look.

'Another Ice Queen!'

Howard glanced at her and considered her to be the same type as the White Queen.

She was a beautiful creature that awakened the male desire for conquest and satisfaction.

Howard thought she was very much to Luke's liking. This was certainly his type.

Howard quietly looked at them and thought silently.

"Why? Do vampires nowadays treat the commandments of the three sanctums as empty words?"

Luke ignored Howard, whose old habits were hard to change. He was polite and gestured to invite the vampire lady, who visited late at night, to sit down.

Nowadays, the European continent was the base camp of dark creatures.

This pattern wouldn't change until after the Cold War.

At that time, vampires and werewolves gradually moved to North America.

"The General must be joking. Who dares to ignore Sorcerer Supreme's orders? Wouldn't that be looking for death? "

The tall woman sat on a separate sofa with no expression, keeping her distance from Luke and Howard.

"It's just that there was an explosion near Moulin Rouge this evening. I'm a 'Death Dealer' within the coven, and it's my duty to trace the reason behind it, to see if the werewolves are secretly planning something."

"I followed the residual scent of the ... friend you are with, all the way to the hotel, which led to this misunderstanding."

Compared to Rania, who lost her mind when she smelled blood, this vampire lady's attitude was much politer, allowing Luke to skip the 'physical' part.

Every time he encountered someone he couldn't communicate with, he could only communicate on a friendly 'physical' level.

To be honest, it was a bit tiring.

"What a coincidence, this lady -- what's your name?"

Luke asked.

"Selene."

The other party answered concisely.

"Well, Miss Selene, the issue you just mentioned is exactly what I'm talking about."

Luke's voice became less gentle as he pulled back the smile on his face.

"Since the three sanctums decreed the rules and signed pacts with vampires, werewolves, and other leaders of the dark world, there have been very few cases of feeding and hunting of humans -- relatively speaking."

"I have read the records of the New York Sanctum, and no vampire coven has committed such a crime for at least 30 years."

"The last time, in the Austria-Hungary empire, a nobleman couldn't resist his bloodlust and harmed an innocent girl. He was later dragged into the sunlight by the Sanctum Master and tortured under the sun."

Luke paused and looked at Selene's face.

The other party didn't seem angry. It looked like she had no deep feelings for her kin.

"But not long ago, my friend Howard Stark was attacked by a female vampire named Rania."

Luke pointed to Howard, who was acting as an outsider. The latter was very cooperative, nodding his head vigorously.

"Since you're a 'Death Dealer' of the coven, you should know what would happen if you violate the sanctum rules. I hope -- by the way, which coven are you?"

"We are led by Viktor and Marcus."

Selene replied.

"Right now, there are three elders. Marcus and Viktor preside over coven affairs, and are currently asleep."

Luke raised his eyebrows, looking a little intense, and continued: "Then you have to give an explanation to my friend and me."

"Lieutenant General, there is no woman named Rania in our coven."

Selene frowned slightly and explained, "I looked at the scene. Although she ... wasn't human, we could find out from the memory of residual blood that she does not belong to our coven."

"That's not very convincing."

Luke shook his head without giving in.

"Paris is the vampire's lair, Moulin Rouge is in your coven's area, and my friend was attacked. No matter which side Rania came from, you have to give a satisfactory explanation."

Selene's brow furrowed even more, and her eyes became colder as she reached under her trench coat with her right hand.

"You're being a little unreasonable, General."

She spoke angrily.

"Don't make those little movements, Miss Selene. This could cause you to lose the only remaining shred of respect."

Luke didn't care about the tense atmosphere. He picked up the glass on the table and finished his last sip of whisky.

"Anyone willing to sit at the table should cherish the opportunity to communicate with others."

"Because to lift the table is to declare the rules of the game null and void."

"At that time, you and your coven will only end up even worse."

Luke bowed his head, played with his glass, and smiled lightly, "Miss Selene, you think I'm unreasonable, but you haven't seen what it means to be truly -- barbaric."

"Is this a threat?"

Selene took a deep breath, and the beautiful curves wrapped under her leather jacket fluctuated again with a noticeable wave.

"No, this is a reminder."

Luke put down his glass and earnestly said, "I stayed patient and didn't send an army to your coven to bombard your house with artillery and drag all those drunken vampires into the sun, turning them into a pile of ashes."

"It's not that you're so pretty that I feel bad about it or that vampires are scary, and I feel afraid of them."

"Your ancestors and I are colleagues. I have to give Lieutenant General Corvinus some respect."

Selene, who had a straightforward personality, wanted to pull out her gun and shoot the young General in front of her, putting a dozen holes in him.

But when she heard the last sentence, she was stunned.

"What did you say?"

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"Who is Alexander Corvinus?"

Selene frowned and asked.

She stated that she had never heard of the name.

Dracula was generally recognized as the 'originator' of vampires.

Of course, a small number of people say 'Cain'.

This statement was circulated because some of the founding fathers quoted the Bible and identified Cain, who killed Abel, as the first vampire punished by God.

In fact, there was no record of this in any of the orthodox scriptures, secondary scriptures, or pseudo-classics.

It's just that many people have read several books and taken the fabricated history seriously.

"Gee, Marcus even hid his father's name? He's really a dutiful son."

Luke shook his head and lamented.

"Marcus never mentioned it."

Selene narrowed her eyes; she belonged to this group of vampires. And Marcus was one of the Vampire Elders.

The three elders took turns at the helm of power while the other two slept separately.

Currently, Marcus and Viktor were asleep.

The vampire in charge right now was Amelia.

"Dracula is not your 'originator', strictly speaking, Alexander Corvinus is. He is the first immortal in the world, with the dual blood of vampire and werewolf. And he was once considered a perfect creature by Hydra..."

Luke stated a long list of titles.

No one would have thought that Lieutenant General Corvinus had two sons behind the scenes.

One was the ancestor of werewolves, and the other was the leader of a vampire coven.

This was a secret that no one would have known if they hadn't heard it by chance from Sorcerer Supreme's mouth.

Luke probably wouldn't associate the gray-haired old man with the undead.

"That sounds ridiculous."

Selene's eyes were full of suspicion.

Anyone who heard a random stranger point to another stranger saying that he was their ancestor would never believe it.

"You can go back and have a look at the genealogy or history books."

Luke smiled as if he was educating Howard and continued, "Lieutenant General Corvinus was originally a Hungarian warlord. He experienced the Black Death. The entire village, including his original wife and daughter, died. He was the only person left alive."

"Hydra believed that Corvinus' body contained the secret to immunity from disease and realizing immortality."

"So, he was caught, and a series of experiments were carried out. As a result, a perfect monster with the strength of a werewolf, not afraid of sunshine, and the speed, flight, and recovery ability of vampires was produced."

Howard was dumbfounded. When he went in and out of the Pentagon, he met the serious old man who always kept a straight face.

"I thought vampires don't age."

He spat out a sentence.

"Don't look down upon Lieutenant General Corvinus. Before that, he was a warlord, a big capitalist, and his resources were no lower than any other."

Luke warned.

The advantage of vampires was probably to live longer.

Alexander Corvinus, it's a wonder how many identities he had.

He could erase the traces and clues of vampires and werewolves in the human world by himself.

The power needed was more than a large amount of money.

"You didn't wonder why mutants couldn't completely hide themselves in the human world, but few people believe in the existence of vampires and werewolves?"

Luke glanced at Selene, who seemed to be suspicious, but actually listened carefully. His mouth turned slightly, saying, "Because someone is secretly erasing the traces and silencing the sounds."

There was the trauma of being captured and sliced up for research, in addition to two sons turned into monsters.

So, Alexander Corvinus wanted to live a quiet life.

But he couldn't let go of William and Marcus, the two brothers who loved and hated each other.

So, the poor old father kept doing the hard work of wiping their asses.

"Miss Selene, haven't you ever wondered why most of the cases of home invasion, kidnapping, and imprisonment of young girls, that are supposed to be in the news went away? As far as I know, your people have done a lot of criminal activities."

Luke seemed to be waking her up, and Selene, who had a keen intuition, frowned slightly.

On reflection, it did seem a bit strange.

Marcus and Viktor were asleep, and Amelia, the Elder, didn't interfere in the family's internal affairs.

Therefore, Viktor's confidant Kraven got a rare opportunity to give orders

That guy was ambitious, always unruly, and often threaded near the edges of the rules set by the three sanctums.

For example, the enjoyment-loving, naïve and ignorant gold-digging girls were frequently brought to the family's parties, and then they were given the 'first kiss' without any fear.

The masters of the sanctums only stipulated that vampires couldn't hunt humans in private.

But if some girls couldn't bear the 'first kiss' and died suddenly, it wasn't within the scope of 'hunting'.

This logic was similar to that of 'if you don't give money, it wasn't prostitution.'

There were many things he did, and there were always times that it wouldn't fly.

Kraven made some newsworthy things several times, but there was no movement, which did not attract the attention and warning from the sanctum masters.

"General, you mean ... Alexander Corvinus took care of us?"

Selene's voice was very cold, but her hand that was reaching for her weapon in her coat slowly loosened.

This young vampire lady, who was only a hundred years old, had no idea that she actually had a brush with death.

Any hostile stranger who took the initiative to attack would be identified as an enemy by Luke. Then, the other person would be manually turned into a mess of red sticky substance.

Although everyone had heard of Superman's name, all they knew was that he was very strong.

However, those gifted with extraordinary abilities and abnormal people always had doubts about this.

The arrogance rooted in their bones made it difficult for them to fully believe that a human being could be so strong that he was impossible to fight against.

"Yes, although he didn't want to let you know."

Luke nodded. Right now, the descendants of vampires and werewolves were developing well.

Before the three sanctums kept the former in captivity, the dark creatures on the European continent were rampant.

Vampires cooperated with nobles and high-level officials in the Eastern European countries, treating ordinary people as mobile blood banks.

"Then again, you guys are getting worse from generation to generation."

Luke tactically leaned back, leaned into the soft sofa, looked at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, and laughed softly, "The long life made the older generation sleep, while the new generation of vampires is keen to enjoy it. It's okay to engage in salon parties, lustful parties, multiplayer sports ... every day, living a drunken and indulgent life."

"When Marcus wakes up, it looks like he would probably be pissed off -- he's not wrong; the reason for this development was originally the result of the implied consent from the three elders."

Selene felt a little embarrassed when she heard the first half.

Because Luke was telling the truth, the new generation of vampires were addicted to enjoyment, and the vigorous 'Death Dealer' like her, belonged to a different kind.

They may not even be able to stand up to a fully armed human army, not to mention hunting.

Otherwise, the Soviets wouldn't have driven them out of the country with tanks and artillery and stayed in Paris to take root.

But for the second half, her heart was confused.

This was the result of the implied consent from the three elders?

"In comparison, werewolves are more interesting."

Luke had a sense of being superior when talking, which made Selene a little uncomfortable.

"Lucian is a clever leader. He led his compatriots, hundreds of years ago, out of slavery and out of your control. It didn't take long to climb to the throne in the underworld."

"He studied the advantages that the vampires have and began to consciously work with humans to break into the police system and control the neighborhood gangs, developing them in an orderly manner."

Selene narrowed her eyes when she heard Lucian's name.

That's the leader of werewolves, the number one enemy of vampires.

Afterward, a chill ran down her back, and her heart throbbed.

This Lieutenant General Superman had an unusually clear understanding of vampires and those damn werewolves.

Whether it was the past history or the current movements.

There were many details that he knew in more depth than even herself, as a 'Death Dealer' -- at least she was unaware that Lucian had been working with humans.

This proved that there was probably a mole inside the family!

"Go back to your elders and ask them if they know the name of Alexander Corvinus, and tell them to give me an explanation as soon as possible."

Luke closed his eyes as if he were sleepy.

"If Miss Selene doesn't plan to spend the night here, you can leave now."

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There was no doubt that Selene had no intention of spending the night.

Even if most vampire families were most often open to the idea, it can't be said that they were arrogant and lustful.

Having a long life of hundreds of years, if they didn't have some fun, that would be too boring.

Good wine, good food, beautiful figures, gorgeous clothes, lively banquet … Only these could fill the inner emptiness.

But Selene was an exception. She didn't like those things.

Instead, she took the initiative to join the Death Dealers and chose to fight the werewolves.

For her 100th birthday, Selene was offered a boy-toy for an open swingers' party, but she sternly refused.

"Then I won't bother you."

Selene nimbly jumped out of the window.

The night wind whistled, lifting the corners of her coat, signaling the sound of a hunt.

She was as agile as a hunter on the prowl, speeding towards a manor near Moulin Rouge.

This wasn't an ordinary night for Selene.

She heard too many secrets. Superman told her the history of vampires and werewolves and the name of their ancestor. She didn't know if they were true or false.

So much so that the vampire lady, known as the 'Lycan Slayer', had some confusion in her mind and thought about going back to her history books or asking Tanis about it.

That guy was a scholar who had won the elders' trust and knew well about the origin of the blood coven.

"Alexander Corvinus..."

Selene murmured as her slender figure, like a bird, glided past a house.

Twenty minutes later, a torrential downpour fell.

Selene, who was drenched, pushed open the heavy door with intricate floral patterns, and a strange and disorienting aura came over her.

In the wide hall, a few beautiful women in revealing clothing stood. Their gorgeous long skirt outlined the curves, and their lowered tube top revealed a bit of snowy white.

This was even more attractive than the sexy dancers at Moulin Rouge!

They were sitting or lying down, either rubbing each other's ears, entangling each other, lying on the sofa, or cuddling up to a man's neck and sitting on his lap.

Laughter and flirtatious whispers echoed in the hall.

The various high-quality tobacco and luxury wine on the table produced a psychedelic-like effect that left people intoxicated.

"Where's Kraven?"

Selene took off her soaked windbreaker, tight leather jacket, waist-hugging vest, and the silver pistol pinned to her waist, giving her an air of fearlessness.

"He ... maybe in the study. Selene, come on, have a drink."

A drunken woman with heavy makeup handed her a goblet.

Selene ignored it and turned away.

She appeared out of place in the hall, as if she were a warrior woman who had stumbled into high society.

"Selene, what can I do for you?"

Selene walked up to the study on the second floor, passed the men who tried to stop her, pressed her hands on the door, and pushed it open.

Bang!

"Hurry up! Kraven ... Aah!"

The charming voice, calling out alluringly, came to an abrupt end.

Kraven, who was working hard, awkwardly put on his trousers and threw the unsatisfied woman aside.

"This is a misunderstanding. Selene, listen to my explanation, just now ... I don't know, I was just sitting around, and then ..."

The dark-haired young man spoke incoherently.

However, Selene, who broke in, didn't care at all. She didn't look straight at him as she said, "Give me the key to the underground library. Then, you can continue playing, Kraven."

"What do you want that for? Viktor is sleeping soundly, and it's better not to disturb him."

Kraven, who seemed to be ignored, was a little annoyed.

Was he not handsome enough, or was he not good enough?

She won't even look at him!

His self-esteem was injured!

"Just give it to me. Your little pet is waiting for you."

Selene said coldly.

She was anxious to verify whether Luke's story was true.

Although Kraven was the regent of the coven, most things were left to him, and he gave the orders, but he also revealed intentions to pursue Selene.

But the latter remained indifferent.

Selene didn't like ... cowards.

She wasn't interested in men that calculated, hiding behind people, and never taking the lead.

"Here's the key. Elder Amelia is going to hold a dance tomorrow night. You have ..."

Kraven stared at Selene, who turned around and left. He was so angry that he wanted to curse out loud.

Just like a whipt man, he was foolishly trying to please her but never getting a reply from the goddess.

"Kraven, why don't we continue ..."

A woman who tried to slither up like a snake that wasn't satisfied yet, and was pushed away.

"Get out!"

Kraven shouted rudely.

He looked like a merciless scum.

He then turned his anger to the others, "Pierre, you bastard, you didn't stop Selene! Where did she go today?"

"I'll check. There was an explosion at Moulin Rouge tonight. She may have gone to investigate."

The henchmen guarding outside the study were also aggrieved. The opposing party was a Death Dealer, an elite warrior specializing in hunting werewolves.

"Selene is a little abnormal. She was in a hurry to go to the underground library. What kind of information is she looking for?"

Kraven still has a keen sense of smell, not only paying attention to every move that Selene made but also noticing something was wrong this time.

Half an hour later, the man who investigated the information returned and reported the situation truthfully.

"What was she doing at the Royal Hotel? And stayed in that room for so long?"

Kraven frowned, thinking that things weren't simple.

"All the delegates for the Peace Summit are staying there right now. She can't be ..."

The more Kraven thought about it, the more irritated he was as if he heard someone say that his lover had cheated on him.

The jealousy and the sense of humiliation he had just felt drove him to make irrational moves.

"Find out wh ..."

Bang!

Selene flung the door open again.

Kraven, who was planning to do something bad, almost suffered a heart attack.

"Selene... what can I do for you?"

He asked guiltily.

"I want to see Elder Amelia!"

Selene made a straightforward request.

She was holding an old book in her hand.

It contained the history of Marcus and William, the original werewolf and leader of the vampires!

"What do you want to do?"

Kraven's expression became grave; summoning an elder wasn't a trivial matter.

Even if he wanted to pursue Selene and win the other's heart, he couldn't easily agree.

"Alexander Corvinus, I want to know the meaning behind this name."

Selene looked cold. She remembered everything Superman said and gritted her teeth, "This could end the bloody war our coven has been waging with werewolves for so many years!"

If the Marcus coven and the Lucian, the Leader of the Lycans, belonged to the same bloodline, perhaps history would be rewritten.

"What? Are you crazy? We are noble bloods. What do we have to do with werewolves?"

Kraven was furious; he didn't want to be associated with werewolves.

Hundreds of years ago, Lucian was a lowly slave. All werewolves were slaves.

Selene's explanation was equivalent to telling a white person that he and a black person had the same father.

If the vampires in the hall knew, they would not only find it unacceptable but also consider it humiliating.

"I've never heard of Alexander Corvinus; it's all a lie! Selene, this is all human deception!"

Kraven scolded in a cold voice, extremely harsh.

Selene was indifferent to this, trusting only her own judgment.

"Elder Amelia has come."

The underling, who was listening to them the whole time, glanced at the open metal gate outside the window.

There was going to be a dance tomorrow night, and Viktor would wake up. Elder Amelia was here to hand things over.

Although vampires boast of being immortal species, they haven't reached the terrifying level of immortality.

Younger lower-ranking members of the coven have a lifespan of at most 100 to 200 years.

The purer the blood, the higher the level, and they could live for 500 to 600 years.

By sleeping for a long time, it could be extended some more.

Only 'progenitors' like Archduke Dracula and Alexander Corvinus were able to cross the millennium barrier.

"I don't need you now."

Selene said contemptuously and turned to leave the study.

She was going to find Elder Amelia, or Viktor, in person.

Tomorrow night, the latter will be awakened.

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"Alexander Corvinus ..."

Elder Amelia looked at Selene in front of her and Kraven behind her, who was furious.

As a family elder who had lived for hundreds of years and one of the three people in power, she probably guessed the whole story.

"Dear Selene, are you saying that you learned about our history from some human? "

Amelia stuck out her tongue and licked her lips.

This gorgeous-looking woman with a seductive aura was at the height of her vampire powers.

She was neither as old as Marcus nor as weak as Viktor.

She could still live for a long time and might be the most powerful elder in the coven in the future.

After all, Marcus and Viktor...

They would soon step into their graves and return to the embrace of darkness.

On the other hand, Amelia could continue to enjoy the wonderful things brought by her power and status.

Therefore, this elder's approach to this past, which was deliberately concealed and covered up, remained the same as before.

There was no need to let the young members know since this wasn't something to be proud of.

A long time ago, during the ignorance of the Middle Ages.

Marcus, the vampire, cooperated with Viktor, the Lord, and imprisoned William, the headstrong werewolf, and then established a huge clan.

There had been many dirty transactions and ugly betrayals.

If they had to reveal it, it wouldn't be very nice to hear.

"You are too simple, child. The first person in our coven is Marcus. There is no such thing as Alexander Corvinus, nor is there such a thing as a vampire born of the same origin as werewolves."

Amelia, who looked about 30 years old, had a smile on her face.

She held Selene's hand gently, feeling the coldness of her hands.

Vampires had lower body temperature than ordinary people, and they were always called 'cold-blooded animals.'

The latter subconsciously retracted a little, then realized that it wasn't polite and restrained the impulse.

This vampire warrior wasn't used to being approached by others.

Selene had always been an anomaly in this large family with many branches.

She liked to go her own way and resisted everyone's approach.

Except for the sleeping Viktor -- the other party was equivalent to a father figure to her.

If Viktor hadn't adopted her, brought her with him, and given her a 'first kiss,' Selene might have died in some dark alley after losing her parents.

"But I saw the history books written by Tanis. It recorded Marcus and William's stories. They were bitten by a bat and a wolf, thus becoming a vampire and a werewolf ..."

Selene opened the book in her hand to prove that she wasn't talking nonsense.

Amelia smiled and interrupted softly, "Tanis makes mistakes too. He is the coven's 'historian,' responsible for recording everything about us."

"The survivor of the Black Death, the Hungarian warlord, the first immortal ... I have heard such rumors. But after so many years, no one has really seen him."

"Tanis probably heard the rumor and wrote it in. That's the truth."

"He was almost punished by Viktor and sent into exile in Siberia."

Selene's brow furrowed. Her intuition was telling her that it wasn't that simple.

"Elder, maybe Viktor ..."

The vampire warrior tried to say something, but Amelia stopped her.

The other party took the book, and a dark light swept through her eyes.

The hand that was holding Selene's slightly squeezed harder.

"Viktor will wake up tomorrow night. Wait until then."

Amelia was adamant. She didn't give Selene another chance to speak.

"He treats you like a daughter and sees you as his most beloved child. He will answer all your questions, Selene."

After that, Amelia swayed her slender waist like the sultry movements of a snake and disappeared behind the study door.

This was a secret conversation.

"I've told you before; Elder Amelia wouldn't believe in that nonsense! What flows in our bodies is noble blood."

Kraven held his head high and spoke proudly, "Werewolves are a bunch of lowly slaves who deserve to live in dark caves and damp sewers."

Selene's eyebrows, like sharp blades, suddenly rose. There was a chill in her eyes.

She gave Kraven a cold glare and sarcastically said, "Do you really believe that?"

Saying they were of the noble bloodline was okay to deceive newcomers in the hall.

With the continuous arrival of the technological revolution, the mysterious veil of the dark world had long been torn down.

Even hunting werewolves began to change from cold weapons to silver bullet guns.

Concerning bloodlines... who was nobler than whom?

"Viktor will believe me."

Selene's mind went back to Superman, who probably knew more.

Without saying much, she strode forward with her leather boots and hurried away.

The female vampire warrior thought that Elder Amelia was acting like she was covering something up.

"Ah, Viktor."

Watching Selene's back, Kraven bowed his head and smiled.

"Of course, he'll believe you, poor Selene."

As Viktor's confidant, Kraven knew more secrets than Selene.

For example, ...

The person who killed Selene's family wasn't a werewolf.

In fact, it was Viktor who went out secretly, hunting and drinking blood.

The reason why he let Selene go was simply that the other party looked like his deceased daughter.

"We're all a bunch of cold-blooded animals. How could there be any warmth to speak of? "

Kraven was amused at the thought that Selene regarded Viktor as her father.

Treating an enemy as a relative was a cruel and ironic joke.

"Alexander Corvinus ..."

Kraven's face turned somber as he restrained his expression.

He had heard of that name.

From Lucian, the Lycan Leader.

'But how could humans find out? It doesn't make sense. '

Klein rolled his eyes. He had a bold idea.

...

...

The next day, early morning.

The sun casted a warm light into the room through the gap in the curtains.

Luke's body woke up automatically as if he had set an alarm clock.

After a long night's ordeal yesterday, Howard was rescued from Moulin Rouge.

Then they met a vampire who followed them and got involved in the feud between Alexander Corvinus's descendants.

The series of events seemed like a series of dramas played one after another.

'Life is really fulfilling. '

Luke stretched out and pulled back the thick curtains to welcome the new day.

'Having no one with me in the morning is a bit uncomfortable. '

He unrolled his robe and looked at the big bed, enough for three to four people to sleep on. He couldn't help feeling lonely.

These days when he opened his eyes, he could always see a beautiful person nestled in his arms.

But now, no one could warm his heart.

'I hope the business trip will end sooner."

Luke began to miss New York. He liked the vibrant city better than the glamorous Paris.

Although, in the decades to come, it would become the most dangerous place in the world.

Along with Tokyo, where Ultraman haunts, the Golden Gate Bridge, which was frequently bombed, and the White House, the number one target of terrorist attacks, would be among the most unsafe places on earth.

Knock, knock.

Someone came knocking at the door.

'It must be Howard...'

Luke wondered helplessly.

After a bad encounter, Howard still hadn't learned anything.

Especially after witnessing Selene's nimble moves and hearing the convoluted past of those vampire clans.

His interest in the dark world, as well as magic and alien creatures, seemed to grow even stronger.

As the saying goes, a leopard can't change its spots.

Even if he threw up in the toilet all night, he vomited all his stomach acid, then laid in bed and had a terrible nightmare of blood and terror.

Howard was still attracted by the unknown and the seemingly dangerous and exciting life.

He was a restless fellow at heart.

Only when he got married, had a child, and shoulder the heavy responsibilities of a husband and father could he stifle that restless heart.

"A meeting is scheduled for noon today to discuss trade channels between countries and Atlantis."

Luke opened the door, and Howard, who looked like a giant panda, walked in.

He looked like he could fall over and die any time now; he obviously stayed up all night.

"I know that the peace summit is definitely a huge undertaking."

Howard nodded his head and spoke in a consulting tone, "Just wait until these political games, the allocation of resources, and national issues have been dealt with. Can you let me participate in the vampire follow-up event, Luke?"

"Howard, have you forgotten the pain? Rania's misery and the scene where she can't wait to eat you as a snack?"

Luke poured Iron Man's father a cup of coffee, reminding him, "Don't just think those vampires are young and beautiful. They are actually hundreds of years old, 'ancient'! Especially adult women. They can't help their bloodthirsty desire and harm mating objects when they reach the peak of stimulation when they engage in lovemaking."

"Trust me. It doesn't feel too good."

Howard froze and wanted to explain that he wasn't interested in female vampires -- at least not until he was free of the trauma from Rania.

However, his attention was quickly diverted by what Luke said.

"You know a lot about this."

Howard's eyes were full of doubts. If he hadn't seen it himself, how could he have such detailed knowledge?

"Don't get me wrong. I'm Superman, the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., a Lieutenant General in the Pentagon. Why would I have an inappropriate relationship with a vampire? "

Luke said solemnly.

He had never slept with a vampire. At best, he had been interacting with a mutant at a reduced distance.

As for how he understood this knowledge?

New York Sanctum had a rich collection of books.

Even 'Aftercare for Female Vampires,' a scientific book that was hardly useful, was in its collection.

"By the way, I don't think I've ever said I'd be involved in an internal dispute within a vampire coven, have I?"

His thoughts were dispersed for a moment. Luke frowned slightly and quickly reacted.

"Please, I've known you for so long, and I still don't understand your character."

Howard threw two cubes of sugar into his coffee cup, rubbed his tired face, and said, "If you're not going to get involved with the vampire covenants, then why were you talking so much and giving that vampire warrior woman a free history lesson?"

"Either, you have a crush on the other party."

"Or you're planning something."

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"Why can't I be interested in Selene... also, me, secretly plan something?"

Luke shrugged his shoulders, expressing that only children make choices, while adults, of course, want them all.

"I have adjusted my evaluation of you to the most... reasonable level, but I didn't think I was still underestimating you."

Howard almost spat out the coffee in his mouth and coughed twice in a row before he recovered.

Sometimes, Luke was so frank that he was speechless and didn't know what todo next.

"Well, I admit that I am a little interested in vampires."

Seeing Howard's speculation, Luke simply stopped pretending and went straight to the point.

"Accurately speaking, what I am interested in is actually the whole Corvinus family."

In his view, all vampires and werewolves were scum.

They couldn't go out during the day and were afraid of the sunshine.

If the regular army of human beings started to cleanse the land, they could easily be solved.

The other party would lose their wits after the transformation and had trouble staying sober.

In addition, a silver bullet could cause effective damage to them, and they weren't a threat.

For so many years, except for the early Middle Ages, when science and technology were underdeveloped and people were ignorant, vampires briefly ruled the European continent and had no history worth telling.

Not to mention, after that, the masters of the Temple of the Three kicked vampires off the top of the pyramid of power and kept them in a fixed range like domestic animals.

When science prevailed, and guns were born, they could only hide in the corner and lament.

At best, they would use human greed and desire for eternal life to entice the other side to cooperate.

It was impossible for them to regain a dominant position and gain a strong voice.

As for werewolves, there was no need to say more.

For hundreds of years, they were slaves of the vampires.

With their low status, they were living miserable life.

Until the Leader, Lucian, appeared.

This werewolf was able to use his head. Not only did he lead his clan to rise, but he also had a deep hatred towards the Lord, Viktor.

Gradually, his hatred accumulated like a terrible curse deeply imprinted in blood, which was hard to erase.

This was the feud between the werewolves and vampires of the Corvinus family.

They came from the same ancestor, but they all hated each other.

"I thought you had a crush on the vampire. I didn't think it was for an old man ... What's so special about the Corvinus family?"

Howard was somewhat uninterested and wanted to groan, but feeling Luke's sweeping eyes, he decided to change his words and ask.

He was still in the other party's hands if he was given to others -- such as Rogers.

He knew that he was in Paris to have fun, but unfortunately, he got scared by a female vampire and almost lost his vitality.

Wouldn't it be a lifetime of ruin? It would be difficult to lift his head in the future.

Howard would usually say harsh words, and when he couldn't, he would simply turn cynical.

But if the object of his poisonous tongue was Superman, he was the one who would have a difficult time.

"Howard, you are a scientist."

Luke tapped his finger on the table and spoke meaningfully, "Alexander Corvinus survived the Black Death. Hydra believes that his body contains the secret to immunity from disease and immortality."

"To experiment, Hydra injected him with a vampire and werewolf serum, thus creating a mixed-race monster."

"You've said this once before, is there something wrong with it?"

Howard frowned and couldn't understand Luke.

"Of course, there is."

The corners of Luke's mouth rose and said, "Alexander Corvinus had three sons. William was bitten by a wolf and became the ancestor of the werewolves."

"Marcus was attacked by bats and became the vampire leader of the Corvinus coven."

"So, the question is ..."

"Why is that?"

Facing Luke's question, Howard was lost in thought.

After a long time, the light in his head flashed, and he seemed to have caught an answer.

"Alexander Corvinus's blood has an amazing fusion function!"

Howard suddenly became excited. He wasn't the top expert in biology.

But as a qualified genius, it was normal for him to know a lot of things.

The immune system of the human body would reject foreign things.

Whether it was organ transplantation or blood transfusion.

It was all the same.

"Alexander Corvinus has been injected with vampire and werewolf serums. Then, he passed this power on to his two sons."

"It was a recessive gene, which could react with the blood of any living thing and produce a mutation!"

"Otherwise, there's no way to explain why William and Marcus became the ancestors of werewolves and the vampires after being bitten by animals."

Howard spoke quickly and urgently. He instantly understood what Luke was aiming at.

If all this was true, the blood of Alexander Corvinus must have amazing fusion ability and be capable of combining with the genes of any kind of creature.

"Bingo!"

Luke nodded his head in satisfaction and snapped his fingers.

Howard never let people down when it came to thinking.

"If the genes of mutants could be transplanted into ordinary people through the fusion ability of Corvinus' blood, it would be like a shelf of items that could be selected at will and made to order."

Luke began to think big, sketching a beautiful blueprint.

"Or, perhaps, the genetic characteristics of animals, such as the regeneration of severed limbs in geckos. It can be used in the medical industry to heal diseases."

"What do you think?"

"Wouldn't it change the future and usher in a whole new era for mankind?"

Luke's words were inspiring, and Howard's heart was pounding.

Apart from being a scientist, he was still a successful businessman.

Almost immediately, they discovered a huge business opportunity.

"This ... is a treasure that hasn't been discovered yet!"

Howard was in high spirits when it came to business, not the least bit sleepy despite the two heavy dark circles under his eyes.

"Tell me, Luke, what are you going to do?"

Originally, Stark Industries cooperated with Luke to create an opportunity for SkyNet to enter the communication industry and plan for future development.

However, the fusion blood in Alexander Corvinus opened the door to a new world for Howard.

"Of course, the first thing to do is to talk to Lieutenant General Corvinus and then find the descendants of his third son."

Luke had already made plans. He had contacted Alexander Corvinus, and he was on his way.

"The third son?"

Howard had some doubts.

"He has been injected with the werewolf and vampire serum and is a true hybrid."

Luke patiently explained.

"His blood is useless. Marcus and William, although they are still alive, they have turned into abominations, and their blood can't be used."

"The only one who could produce an effect, as a medium of fusion, is Alexander Corvinus' third son, who lived on as an ordinary man, with uncontaminated blood."

Howard nodded in understanding. The first generation of recessive genes was the easiest to awaken.

Corvinus' third son was still untainted.

When the generations continued, there would be no difference from ordinary people.

"Howard, are you sure you want to get involved? Before all this is done, I have to talk to ... Werewolves."

Luke asked again.

"Are you ready to step into the dark world?"

Howard paused, then nodded heavily.

...

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The sewers in Paris were an amazing display of engineering.

Hundreds of years ago, this romantic city was the embodiment of filth, stench, and suffocation.

There were no public toilets in the streets. People urinated and defecated everywhere, cows and horses pulling carts defecated indiscriminately, and butchers slaughtered livestock in the streets. So, it could be said that there were no rules.

Due to the lack of sewage facilities, people dumped all kinds of waste in the streets and squares, and most of the dirty water was released into the Seine River.

Poor environment and poor hygiene awareness made Paris a hotbed for disease.

According to statistics, at that time, an average of 800 people died every day because of the plague.

When cholera broke out on a large scale in the mid-19th century, Haussmann, the governor of Seine, joined forces with the engineer Eugène Belgrand to prepare new water and sewage system for Paris.

After all, no one wanted to live in a stinking city.

This was the first step in the construction of sewers in Paris.

Perhaps the stench of the time left a deep mental scar on the people of Paris.

Over the next hundred years, they continued to renovate and upgrade the massive construction projects, eventually turning it into an amazingly strange attraction -- yes, the Parisians later dedicated a museum to the sewers and opened it for visiting.

At that time in Paris, the total length of the underground water treatment system pipeline was 2400 km, which exceeded the subway in the city.

There were over 6,000 underground reservoirs and more than 20,000 water outlets, equal to one every 50 meters on average, and they were all connected to the ground by iron ladders.

Parisians have even compared the sewer project with the Arc de Triomphe and the Eiffel Tower as the city's pride.

"I never thought I would one day be in a sewer with a man!"

Howard's voice echoed in the spacious sewer.

He complained, but inwardly he was very excited.

After seeing vampires with his own eyes, he was going to come into contact with werewolves next!

It was so exciting!

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"Before you came to Paris, did you think you would be scared into not being able to 'do it' by a big-breasted female vampire?"

Luke simply used one sentence to make Howard retreat and keep his mouth shut.

The issue of giving the Stark family a new generation was a problem in his current life.

Although it was said that this was a mental trauma, not a physical defect.

But if word got out, people would only be concerned about the playboy Howard Stark's impotence, not whether it came from a psychological or physical source.

For the sake of the dignity of men and the reputation of being a wandering lover.

He had to tell Luke to keep it a secret and never reveal it to anyone.

"Werewolves live here? They don't mind the poor environment and the smell."

After a few minutes of silence, Howard couldn't resist the urge to speak.

His inner excitement made him a chatterbox like Deadpool.

"The bathroom in my house is much better than here!"

Howard displayed contempt for the rich.

Although the sewers in Paris were clean and not as filthy as one would expect...

There was good lighting overhead.

A spider's web of interlaced pipes marked with street names and door numbers correspond to the streets on the surface.

As long as you had a map, there was no risk of getting lost.

It was no wonder that later, Parisians built it into a special museum, which was open to tourists.

Anyway, there were all kinds of garbage and filth in the drainage channel, and the unpleasant smell couldn't always be concealed, so it couldn't be called a suitable living environment.

"The wolf clan's situation isn't good."

Luke, who kept silent as he walked along, replied helplessly.

At this time, if Howard were replaced by Rogers, Captain America would certainly have very few complaints.

"Although under Lucian's leadership, they got rid of their slave status, they have been hunted and captured by vampire covenants led by Marcus and Viktor for hundreds of years since then."

"The woman you saw last time, Selene. She is a member of the Death Dealers, a team of werewolf hunters specializing in killing werewolves."

"So, their hideout couldn't be any high-end hotel or luxury apartment."

Howard let out an 'Oh~', as if he had learned something new.

After Luke's detailed explanation, he understood the werewolves and vampires of the Corvinus family well.

"Besides, the sewers are well insulated and can hide the intense body odor emanating from a group of werewolves living together from the vampire's keen sense of smell."

"No matter how you look at it, it's a great place!"

Luke added two more sentences.

He came out this time to find Lucian, the Lycan Leader.

Alexander Corvinus was still on his way. They were waiting for the other party to arrive.

Perhaps the deep hatred between vampires and werewolves would change everything drastically.

Before that, Luke wanted to make a deal with Lucian.

The Lycan Leader was different from other werewolves since he was born.

The moment he came out of his mother's womb, he had the form of a human, not a young wolf cub.

This may be why he was smarter and more sensible than his peers.

"Yes, creatures like vampires would certainly avoid hanging out in sewers."

Howard nodded his head as if it made sense.

"But how do you find a werewolf? The sewers of Paris are so complicated that even the locals may not be familiar with them."

Luke, who was walking in front, smiled slightly. The sewer construction was made of concrete and stone bricks but still couldn't stop his super vision.

Combined with its super hearing, he scanned the surrounding channels like a radar.

It was easy for him to find the werewolves who were hiding.

"Because I have a sharper sense of smell and better hearing than vampires."

Luke replied perfunctorily.

A few minutes later, his steps suddenly paused.

At the corner of the channel not far from them, under a manhole cover, there was a faint noise.

"Found it."

Luke's lips picked up a slight smile.

...

...

Near the Champs-Elysées, deep in the sewers opposite the Place de la Concorde, a frenzied hissing sound crashed against the solid brick wall.

The waterlogged floor was littered with liquor bottles and cigarette butts.

A strong odor spread.

The group of strong men gathered in clusters of three or five.

They were venting their inner emotions by shouting and cheering.

Inside the wall of people, there were two wolves with black hair and fangs exposed!

They were nearly 2 meters tall. Their explosive muscles were highlighted one by one, full of power.

These two wolves stood up.

The strong and powerful forelimbs swung, sharp claws tore at the flesh, bringing out ferocious wounds, one after another.

"Fuck up that jerk Taylor, Pierce!"

"Bite him! Rip out his heart!"

"Don't back down!"

"..."

Such cries were like a shot of excitement, stimulating the tyrannical desires of the two werewolves in the arena.

They roared and fought.

Like a real wild beast, they tore into each other and fought with everything they had.

The gruesome wounds on their chests and arms kept shrinking and shrinking and soon returned to their original state.

Then once again, their sharp claws tore each other with force, exposing the red streaks of flesh and blood.

This was a battle between werewolves.

It retained the rawest form of fierceness.

Because they had extraordinary healing ability.

A Lycan Leader as powerful as Lucian wouldn't feel anything even if he was shot with a submachine gun.

Unless it was using special silver bullets, then it could hurt them.

"What is this?"

As a bystander, Howard had a shocked look in his eyes.

He didn't understand why such a brutal fight broke out among their own kin.

Besides, many people were cheering loudly, as if this was some sort of sport.

"They're just playing games."

Luke replied calmly.

"Just like when you go to a bar and have nothing to do, you pass the time by playing pool and throwing darts -- this is the game that werewolves play."

Howard stood at the opening of the sewer structure's manhole cover as Luke used Heat Vision to cut through the thick concrete, exposing the group of werewolves to view.

"Werewolves have a bloodthirsty nature in their bones. Vampires use blood as tasty food, while werewolves experience killing to satisfy the tyrannical urge."

Luke maintained a steady tone and wasn't surprised.

The seemingly bloody scene was nothing to the werewolves.

Pain only stimulated their bloodlust, which in turn made them even more vicious.

"They are passionate about this, believing that it will stimulate their animalistic side and make them stronger."

Luke's mouth curved, and he said to Howard, "Stay here, don't walk around. I'll play with them."

He jumped directly into the hole and landed firmly on the ground.

The noticeable movement attracted the wolves, who were the audience.

They stopped their fist-pumping and cheering and turned their heads to look at Luke, who appeared behind them.

"Human."

A strong man sniffed the air and concluded.

"Not a vampire?"

The werewolf next to him had some doubts.

"There's no ... annoying smell they have."

Another bearded man said with absolute certainty.

"I'm looking for Lucian. Would anyone be willing to show me the way or send a message?"

Luke, who was suddenly the center of attention and watched by a group of strong men, asked calmly.

However, no one answered his question.

On the contrary, the two fierce wolves who were fighting suddenly stopped.

One of them that had green pupils revealed a cruel glint in his eyes.

He wanted to rip open that human body and bathe in warmblood!

"Taylor! Stop it!"

The werewolf named Pierce, with whom he fought shed his beastly appearance and regained his human form.

If that man could say Lucian's name, he wasn't someone simple.

He was about to say a few words when he saw Tylor lunge forward like a madman, knocking over his fellow clansmen who were in the way.

But then, the pitiful tragedy of a human-being being torn to pieces didn't happen.

The man stood up. The fierce wolf, which was close to 2 meters tall, seemed to be blocked by an invisible shapeless wall and couldn't get close to the other party in the end.

"Your attitude is very unfriendly."

Luke's smile went away as he spoke lightly.

The terrifying aura erupted like a volcano.

The werewolves, with their fierce and beastly nature, revealed, instantly turned into trembling cowards, as if they had met a predator at the top of the food chain.

They didn't know who Luke was, but their sense of danger and their animal instincts of avoiding harm made them realize that the other party was a terrifying enemy that they couldn't afford to mess with.

In an instant, the wolves that chose to devour people had turned into pathetic, cowardly huskies.

The werewolves, who were completely incompatible with the words 'cute' and 'adorable', didn't get Luke's kindness.

Superman released his bio-force field, took a step, and shot forward.

Two powerful arms, like cast iron, caught the werewolf's shoulders and yanked them outward with force.

Rip!

Flesh and blood splashed out!

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The wild werewolf, in front of Luke, was as fragile as paper.

He put his hands together and pulled hard, and a tearing sound echoed.

Instant death!

Close to two meters, the strong body with black hair, rather neatly split into two halves.

Like a pizza cut with a knife!

A line of blood bloomed, extending from the middle to the ends.

Poof! Poof!

A large amount of blood and water, like a fountain, came out.

The tough skin that could withstand bullets was torn and ripped, exploding in a cloud of scarlet blood.

The solid flesh and blood with powerful healing ability were like thrown into a blender, instantly breaking into even pieces.

The tangled large intestine, small intestine, and rectum were like thick ropes that had broken apart.

All this happened in an instant, and the brightly colored and pungent scene hit everyone's heart, making people want to vomit.

"It's so bloody, so violent!"

Howard's mental quality was much stronger after the big-breasted vampire was destroyed.

Seeing all this, he took a deep breath.

Automatically putting up a mosaic on the flesh and blood that fell on the floor and spilled on the wall.

Luke always liked to use the most violent means to do the bloodiest things.

He didn't look like a decent person at all!

"Taylor ..."

Another werewolf mumbled his companion's name with a hint of fear in his eyes.

Even the wolves, who were used to violent scenes and loved the smell of blood, were shocked by Luke.

At best, they were idle and bored, playing underground fighting and wrestling.

Tearing the living person by hand ... No, it should be a living werewolf. This kind of large-scale act was unheard of.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Those werewolves with cigarettes in their mouths and beer in their cans were stimulated one by one, like animals that felt danger. They instantly transformed.

They stood up and growled.

The claws on their front limbs scratch the walls, shedding large chunks of dust.

But no muscle-headed wolf dared to go up and display his sharp claws.

Poor Taylor had just died, and his remains were still warm.

At this time, if there were any righteous werewolves, they would charge bravely towards Luke.

Maybe catch up and keep Taylor company in hell.

"Why can't you calmly communicate with each other? You have to force me to use such violent means."

Luke's face showed a regretful expression, and he shook his head, "Letting a pacifist stain his hands with blood is too much!"

When Howard heard these words, he couldn't help but feel the extent of human brazenness, always being updated again and again.

The werewolves were extremely bloodthirsty and irritable after the transformation.

Then, they kept backing up and shrinking into the corner because of Luke.

There was nothing pacifist about this young human being from top to bottom.

Judging from his cruel behavior of ripping Taylor apart, he was more in line with the image of a terrible villain.

"Now, can anyone tell me where Lucian is?"

Luke looked around the room and saw a bunch of shivering, husky-like, ferocious wolves.

Silence.

No one answered.

Compared with the vampires of the Corvinus coven, who were lustful and scheming.

This group of werewolves with low IQ were more united.

No one wanted to be a traitor and betray their leader.

The disposal of betrayers by the wolves was simple.

Just divide and eat!

It was filled with the cruelty of the primitive era!

The thought of becoming food in the mouths of their kin quietly extinguished those kinds of thoughts with great fear.

"Lieutenant General Cavill, I'm here."

In just half a minute, every second moved so slowly, putting great pressure on the werewolves' hearts.

The fierceness in their bones kept washing over the dam of sanity until a figure came out of the darkness.

The Lycan Leader.

Lucian.

"Finally, there is a person who knows me."

Luke had already heard the other party's footsteps and breathing, so he didn't turn his body around in surprise.

He didn't mind exposing his back to the werewolf, who didn't take any action.

This intruder, whose identity was unknown, exuded an extremely obvious sense of oppression. His entire body was like a silent volcano, and his tall figure contained the power of a destructive explosion.

The wolves' feral instincts were constantly reminding them:

'Try to keep calm and don't be impulsive.

Otherwise, it's off to keep Tylor's company!'

"I'm sorry, sir. They don't usually read newspapers and watch TV."

Lucian explained.

He sometimes thought of these bunch of uneducated guys under his hands and also felt frustrated.

Werewolves had a simple hobby; besides fighting, it was drinking.

As for reading books and newspapers?

Sorry.

Not interested at all.

"I want to talk to you about Alexander Corvinus and the hybrid."

Luke explained the reason for his visit.

Lucian, the Lycan Leader who appeared on his own initiative, knew many secrets.

He had lived from the reign of Lord Viktor to the present era.

Originally a slave, wearing a collar around his neck and being whipped by vampires every day.

Later, by virtue of his powerful weapon and the protagonist's aura, he hooked up with Sonia, the daughter of Lord Viktor.

The whole story was probably a werewolf and vampire version of Romeo and Juliet.

Because of their status and class, two people who loved each other couldn't be together.

The slight difference was that Sonia was pregnant with Lucian's blood.

Vampires and werewolves successfully combined, resulting in the crystallization of their love!

That was a rare hybrid!

Viktor, the Lord, was afraid of the power of the hybrid and his family rule being destroyed.

So, he killed his own daughter.

That was why Lucian had always hated vampires.

For the sake of the future of his people, for the sake of washing away the shame of being a slave ... These were all excuses.

In essence, Lucian only wanted revenge!

For the sake of one's lover, and the flesh and blood that died before birth!

"Alexander Corvinus ..."

Lucian's pupil contracted, a hint of nervousness passed through his subconscious.

This was supposed to be a secret that no one knew!

How did the other party find out?

"You are a very intelligent person. So, I'd like to ask you a favor."

Luke's chin lifted slightly, the corners of his mouth curved, and he directly said, "The vampire lord, he will wake up from his slumber tonight."

"If you are willing to cooperate, I don't mind letting you get your revenge."

Lucian was shocked again. This Lieutenant General Superman knew about his feud with Viktor!

In order to cover up his cruel act of killing his daughter, the latter had already completely erased it from the family history.

Except for a few people, no one knew the past.

"Do you still need to think about it? Lucian, with your current power, it's almost impossible to defeat Viktor."

Luke took his time and threw a bombshell lightly.

"Even if you secretly collude with Viktor's confidant, Kraven, who is eager for power, and while also looking for Alexander Corvinus' third bloodline to become the perfect hybrid."

"A cunning lord like Viktor wouldn't give you much time. The moment he opened his eyes, the trumpet of war would immediately blare."

"Why don't you cooperate with me instead of passively accepting a battle that's difficult to win? "

Lucian's mind was shaken. His eyes turned from shock to horror when he looked at Superman.

He contacted Viktor's confidant, Kraven, who was in charge. This was an absolute secret that nobody was told about.

The intelligence capability shown by the other party was really surprising.

"The stakes are too high to trust humans."

Lucian said with difficulty.

"You have always been in league with the vampires that are good at betrayal and lies."

Luke shook his head, disagreed with this statement, and smiled lightly, "The weak are the ones who lie when they see the winds changing because that is the only bargaining chip they could rely on."

"But I don't need to."

The words of this Lieutenant General Superman revealed a strong sense of self-confidence.

Those eyes, like a sharp longsword, swept over Lucian.

The latter somehow felt a chill down his back.

Like a predator at the top of the food chain, deterring those below it.

"So, General Cavill, what do you need me to do?"

After pondering for a long time, Lucian opened his mouth and asked.

"Tell a truth, and witness revenge."

The answer Luke gave was very meaningful.

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A bolt of lightning struck down, tearing apart the thick dark clouds and turning the whole world a miserable shade of white.

In the underground room of the vampire manor, where the core members of the coven were gathered.

They looked solemn and remained silent.

This was a solemn occasion, the awakening ceremony of an elder.

No one dared to talk or whisper for fear of serious punishment.

Viktor was about to wake up from a deep sleep.

Once a great lord of the human world, he was later transformed into a high-ranking vampire.

He was more dignified than Marcus, domesticated werewolves into docile slaves, and gave his family a brief and glorious history.

Both Amelia, who was also an elder, and Marcus, who had never been in charge, keep a respectful attitude towards Viktor.

"Today is the night of the full moon and the day of handing over the covenant's seat of power."

Amelia, wearing a fancy dress that squeezed her waist, revealing a great pair of snowy white mountains, made a few symbolic remarks.

According to the regulations of the coven, the three elders would take turns to take power every hundred years, and the other two would sleep.

"After this, it would be Viktor's time."

There was a trace of regret in Amelia's tone.

She was much younger than the other two elders.

A long sleep in a blood coffin wasn't as attractive as enjoying the world's beauty and experiencing the splendor of power and influence.

Amelia bent down and twisted the switch on the ground.

Made of metal, the blood coffins with complicated patterns rose slowly.

Inside was a terrible skeleton with dry skin. It was shaped like a mummy.

Amelia took a small knife from the tray, and without hesitation, made a slit in her palm.

This was the unique skill of the immortals of the Corvinus family, called 'Blood Memories'.

By drawing the blood of a living creature, they could gain access to the memories, scenes of broken and confusing consciousness.

The more advanced the vampire, the more they possess the skills to organize their thoughts and memories into a clear, cohesive vision.

Amelia wanted to inform Viktor of all the major events that had occurred during the 100 years she had been in power to facilitate the latter's management.

The crimson blood flowed down the metal pipe into the elder vampire's mouth.

Then it entered the body, penetrated into a dry blood vessel, and finally converged in the heart beating very slowly.

Dub! Dub! Dub!

A few minutes later, the sound of a strong heartbeat began to resonate.

"Awakening ceremony was successful."

Amelia nodded with satisfaction.

In a few hours, Viktor would be fully awake.

"Bring me the blood bag."

At the end of each slumber, the vampire elders needed to replenish a large amount of fresh blood.

This was the only way to get their strength back to peak condition quickly.

"Where's Selene?"

Amelia's eyes swept through the crowd and found two people missing.

"Also, where did Kraven go? He missed such an important occasion, isn't he afraid of Viktor getting angry!"

Viktor, a great Vampire Lord, had always attached great importance to hierarchy and respect.

"I don't know. After returning to their rooms, they never came back out."

The man who was scolded by Kraven earlier replied out loud.

He suspected that his boss had succeeded.

At this time, he might be enjoying the beautiful body of that ice queen.

Hiss!

Thinking about it, he couldn't help but suck in a mouthful of cold air, and an envious look passed through his eyes.

Although Selene was an anomaly in her family, she preferred to keep to herself.

But her icy temperament, the arrogance that kept people away from her, was quite attractive.

Many young vampires had the idea of pursuing her.

Unfortunately, they all failed.

...

...

On the street near Moulin Rouge, a black car stopped.

It was pouring rain outside, and the car was very quiet.

Kraven, who was mistaken for enjoying a night of spring, was leaning against the back seat. His face was full of anxiety and irritability.

The raindrops hitting the car window fell on his ears like heavy metal drums, further stimulating his inner emotions.

Bang!

The door was opened and then closed.

Lucian, who was drenched to the bone, sat down on the seat.

Before long, there was a puddle under his feet.

"Didn't I tell you, don't contact me lately! Today is the day Viktor awakens! If I suddenly disappear at this time, it will be hard to explain!"

Kraven saw Lucian, who had taken the initiative to meet him, finally arrive. He finally had an outlet for his anger.

Considering the special period, he didn't want to keep the appointment, but the Lycan Leader was so determined that he had to come.

"I have important news."

Lucian lowered his head, and there was a trace of coldness in his calm eyes.

"The human world has also learned about the existence of Alexander Corvinus' lineage, and they have noticed werewolves and vampires too."

"This is a bad sign. We don't have much time left, Kraven."

"The 'Death Dealers' who hunt werewolves are Viktor's personal guards and have been besieging us all these years."

"That old guy hates werewolves with a passion... just like how I feel about him!"

"One of us must die to end the war."

Feeling the chill in Lucian's tone, Kraven shrank back.

He didn't want to get involved in any battle; hiding in the back and using his mind, manipulating everything was the most appropriate choice.

"Who leaked the news?"

Kraven asked.

"I don't know. Maybe it's that guy Tanis, the recorder of your coven's history. Viktor nearly exiled him."

Lucian restrained his obvious emotions and carelessly said, "It would be reasonable for him to turn to humans because of his hatred."

Kraven pounded the seat with force, and the black car parked on the street swayed as if someone was doing vigorous exercises inside, giving rise to people's imagination.

"Then what should I do now?"

Kraven was filled with fear at the thought of betraying his coven.

He was indeed a power-hungry and ambitious man who always wanted to rise to the top and become the ruling elder.

But as Selene thought, he was also a coward.

Kraven never thought of confronting Viktor and the coven.

The hierarchy of superiority and inferiority was engraved in the vampire's body and could never be erased.

He wanted to be the elder of the coven and replace Viktor.

But at the same time, he was extremely afraid of the elders and Viktor.

"Let's attack Viktor while he's just waking up!"

Lucian's eyes flashed and seriously said, "You open the gates of the manor and dismiss some of the guards, especially the Death Dealers, and find an excuse to send them out."

"Then I will lead the elite troops of my own clan to the base camp and kill Viktor, Amelia, and the sleeping Marcus."

"In this way, you will become the only elder in the coven, and no one will be able to order you around."

Kraven's throat rolled a few times, seemingly moved by the Lycan Leader sitting next to him. His eyes were filled with greed.

It's just that this beautiful dream didn't last long, and his heart was soon filled with fear.

"No! I'm not taking such a big risk!"

Kraven shook his head repeatedly.

His initial deal with Lucian was for the Lycan Leader to find Alexander Corvinus' third bloodline, thereby becoming a hybrid.

After his strength increased, he would personally slay the three elders of his coven and support his rise to power.

After that, vampires and werewolves would sign a peace pact.

Whether Lucian succeeded or not, everything would be unrelated to Kraven.

He would hide in the back to keep himself safe.

"You still think you can stay out of it? Don't be a fool, Kraven."

Lucian hissed and ruthlessly punctured the other party's dream.

"Who is secretly funding the werewolves to help us break into the police system and control part of the human world?"

"And who is supplying us with weapons to seize territory in Parisian neighborhoods?"

"Why do we know about each of the Death Dealers' actions in advance?"

"As long as Viktor uses a little effort to investigate these suspicious things, he will find the answer."

"You are already tied to my ship. Isn't it too late to back out of it?"

Kraven was livid and clenched his fist.

He sensed the meaning in Lucian's words and realized that the Lycan Leader had tricked him.

"Are you threatening me?"

Kraven was furious and tried to question him, but he was elbowed in the chest and slammed into the seat.

"Watch your tone. How could you have gotten Viktor's attention without my help?"

Lucian impolitely berated him.

"Don't forget, to get you to that seat, I sacrificed 20 of my ... kin so that you could get a large share of the credit."

The car quieted down.

The air felt like it had frozen over.

"Our power alone is not enough to invade the manor."

After a moment of silence, Kraven seemed to give up the struggle.

"Not to mention 'Death Dealers' Amelia alone, and Viktor waking up, these two elder vampires, are beyond your reach."

"What if I have another helper?"

Lucian seemed to have anticipated this.

"Selene, the best warrior of the vampire coven and the 'Death Dealer' who has killed the most werewolves. With her help, we could have a much better chance of winning."

Kraven frowned. He subconsciously retorted, "How is that possible?! Selene is closest to Viktor ... you mean, tell her the truth?"

Halfway through the conversation, the vampire traitor reacted.

"Yes, letting the poor girl know the truth is a good thing."

Lucian nodded his head.

Selene's parents were once Viktor's craftsmen, and they were responsible for building the prison where William, the original werewolf, was imprisoned.

To ensure that the location wasn't revealed, the vampire Lord killed almost everyone who knew about it.

Selene's parents were among them.

She got away because she looked like Viktor's daughter.

This reminded the ruthless vampire Lord of the only trace of warmth in his heart.

"Selene has never trusted anyone easily. Unless I can produce strong evidence to prove what I claim."

Kraven's hands, thoughtlessly clasped together.

"You do have such evidence."

Lucian glanced at the other's neck and smiled deeply.

"What do you mean?"

Kraven felt something was wrong.

A dangerous aura was in the air.

He tried to open the door, but Lucian pulled him back and slammed him on the seat.

The muscular, sturdy arms, which suddenly sprouted clumps of pitch-black hair, held the struggling Kraven in place.

"The mouth could speak, but memories can't."

Lucian said apologetically.

"You would actually make a good puppet. But unfortunately, the change came so quickly that I didn't have much time to build up my strength and wait for the coming of revenge."

"I met a stronger and more helpful partner."

"In my opinion, human beings, like vampires, aren't trustworthy."

"But his offer was so generous that I really couldn't refuse."

Crack!

Lucian broke Kraven's neck with his arm.

The power-hungry traitor stared wide-eyed as his pupils lost their luster.

In such a small space, it was difficult to dodge at close range.

In such an environment, werewolves had no difficulty in getting rid of a single vampire.

After wiping his hands, Lucian opened the car door.

Dragging the limp corpse, he walked towards a car at the corner.

Heavy rain swept through the city with lightning and thunder.

The driver of the sedan was the first to get out. He looked like a military officer.

He opened his umbrella to block the water drops coming in.

Then, the window slowly lowered.

Luke was sitting inside with an expressionless Selene.

"I told the truth; now it's your turn to verify it."

Luke opened the car door and smiled at Selene, "Drink it while it's hot. It won't taste good if it's cold ..."

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